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I got so lost in the alluring depths of his soul, i forgot not to fall in love...
Being a poet
is both a pain and a privilege.

All you do is
bleed your emotions
on a thousand pages
while people sing your praises
for ages.
Only a poet will understand.
close your eyes
listen close
can you hear
the call of the
C A R D I N A L

close your eyes
smell the air
can you smell
the sweet scents of
L E M O N G R A S S

close your eyes
touch the ground
can you feel
the sharp blades of
G R A S S
i met you first in a class about angles
yo stole my breath
when yo smiled just like a
F O X
but like a fox you were cunning and cruel
i trusted your words
i yearned for your heart
but you left me there all alone in
G E O M E T R Y
you kissed me like
F I R E
i cleansed  you like
W A T E R
but you crushed me like
E A R T H
and i blew you away like
W I N D
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